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December 7, 2013
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 7
Day 7!!
THE BEST OF KAY JAYBEE
December 6, 2013
ADVENT CALENDAR – DAY 6
Day 6!!
TIED TO THE KITCHEN SINK
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December 5, 2013
A Family Christmas from Justine Elyot
A warm December welcome today for the wonderful Justine Elyot, who has some Mistletoe Kisses to keep us warm.
Over to you Justine…
‘It’s a time for family.’ Whenever I read this, I always think ‘faaaamly’ as pronounced by Barbara Windsor playing Peggy in EastEnders. In her case, the family is a bucket of poisonous little toads whose Christmases unfailingly end in murder or divorce.
Bella’s Christmas in Under The Mistletoe doesn’t end in either of those things, but it’s certainly not the cosy, twinkly, supermarket-ad ideal – at least, not at first.
The family fireside is in an unfamiliar house, and the people gathered round are Bella’s aloof mother and her mother’s new boyfriend – a man Bella barely knows. Even worse, Bella has recently split with her fiancé, but doesn’t want to cope with her mother’s disapproval over the festive season, so is pretending he is working overseas.
Could it get any more awkward? Yes, it could – with the arrival of the boyfriend’s son, a police detective, on Christmas Eve.
But awkwardness soon turns to something altogether more warming – and it isn’t just down to the mulled wine. Here’s an excerpt:
Christmas Day. No stocking on the end of the bed for me. Obviously I’m on the Naughty List.
And so I should be, given the naughty thoughts I was thinking before I dropped off to sleep. Naughty thoughts about Guy, about handcuffs, about his big manly hand on my bottom… Oh God, don’t start thinking them again…I don’t know how I’m going to face him over breakfast as it is.
I’m hoping he might be wearing a Christmas jumper of such ludicrous dimensions that all remnants of wanting to jump the man’s bones leave my body and mind forever. No such luck. He has on a plain black v-neck sweater with a shirt underneath, the collar just rumpled enough to be sexy but not starchy. And he hasn’t shaved yet.
He’s done this on purpose, to torture me.
Marie has done eggs benedict and gorgeous mini-brioches and all sorts. I’d fall on this and attack like a ravening wolf if it weren’t for DS Hotstuff over there.
“Good morning, Bella,” sings mum, all bright and glittery and dressy. “Merry Christmas.”
The men echo the sentiment, and I return it, sliding into my chair and reaching for the coffee. Coffee is very much needed this morning.
“What did Rupert get you? Have you opened it yet?”
The coffee scalds my hand.
“Oh. God. I don’t know. I left it at home.”
“You left it at home?” Both mum and Piers are frowning with incomprehension, while Guy seems about to crack a broad smile.
“Forgot to pack it. I spoke to him on the phone just now, though, wished him a Merry Christmas and all that. He’s fine. Hot. You know, because it’s hot there. In Dubai. Would you pass the milk, please?”
I can barely breathe and I know that Guy is watching me with his detective eyes.
“Oh, but Bella, why didn’t you call him so that we could all speak to him?” grumbles Mum. “I want to wish him a Merry Christmas too. Poor boy, all the way out there on his own. Don’t you care?”
“Of course I care. Just wanted to, y’know, have a private conversation.”
“Well, you’ve had one now, so why don’t you call him again after breakfast and I can have a word with him too.”
“He said he had meetings. All day. Really important meetings.”
“Well, let me leave a message then.”
“It costs a fortune to send a voicemail to Dubai, mum!”
“I’ll give you the money. Good gracious.”
I shrug and reach for some food, but somehow I’m not very hungry.
“Eat up, Bella, we’ve put presents under the tree in the drawing room,” said Piers.
I have half a piece of toast and marmalade then follow the others into the big room. The fire is lit and the tree is twinkling and it’s altogether such a perfect Christmas scene that I forget my angst for a little while and join in the gift exchange.
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If you’d like to know whether any of Bella’s Christmas morning fantasies come to fruition – well, the story is available in two ways.
You can buy it as part of the Mistletoe Kisses anthology, and get two fantastic bonus festive romances from Elizabeth Coldwell and Sallyanne Rogers too.
Or you can buy it as a standalone story.
Thanks so much to Kay for the eggnog and the mince pies – but most of all for being her wonderful self. And thanks to you for reading!
Awww- thanks Justine!! You are always welcome- especially if you come by with kink. mince pies and eggnog!!!
Happy Reading Everyone!
Kay xx
December 4, 2013
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 4
Day 4!!
THE VOYEUR
December 3, 2013
Guest Blog- Victoria Blisse- Extra Sharing Nicely!!
I have an extra special treat for you today- Victoria Blisse has come back to treat us to a delicious extract from her sexy story, Sharing Nicely…Enjoy! xx
Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?
Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.
Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.
Extract-
“Local legend has it”—Greg turned towards me as we approached the bridge—“that if a couple kiss in a gondola under the Bridge of Sighs at sunset then their love will last forever.”
I beamed at him, the soft light of sunset bathed us and, as the shadow of the famous bridge covered us, his lips pressed against mine. It felt like magic, the golden sun like fire around us, the shadow of the bridge holding us, the sound of the water and the peace of that moment. I wanted the legend to be true. I’d not even thought about forever with Greg but when he kissed me it became a dream I wanted to achieve.
He pulled back, stroking his hand gently down my arm and smiling, a little hesitantly, a tad unsure. I reached out a hand and cupped his face, wanting to reassure him to make him feel better.
“That’s you and me bound forever then,” I said with a lighthearted giggle. “I hope you’re ready for it.”
He nodded and turned his head to kiss the inside of my hand.
“I think I can work with that,” he murmured, “you in bondage to me forever.”
Trust him to twist the romance into something kinky and sexual. Or maybe that was just me, maybe it was what I hoped he meant. I wanted him to tie me down and use me—but maybe not right there, under the nose of a poor working man and half of Venice who’d come out to see the Bridge of Sighs at the most romantic time of the day.
It was later that night that he showed me the meaning of his kinky words. We’d enjoyed a meal in our room. Greg was hoping to keep a low profile for as long as possible.
“We were just out on the canal below the Bridge of Sighs where a lot of people saw us, Greg, I’m not sure that’s keeping a low profile.”
“No,” he replied, “you can’t let the possibility of discovery get in the way of good romance. And if a tourist snapped us? Well, it will take time for them to contact the media and get those photos circulated. It’s not like I kissed you in front of a horde of paparazzi.”
“I’ll give you that,” I conceded, hoping my thoughtless answer wouldn’t leave him in a bad mood all evening.
“And you’ll give me more.” He didn’t smile. His face was stony lined and I really didn’t know what he would do next. “Go and stand at the bottom of the stairs.”
I was about to argue, I must admit. I wasn’t going to be commanded about like a naughty child. Greg leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I want to have some fun. Play along, please. If you want to stop just shout ‘Diamonds’, okay?”
I nodded tersely and went to stand just before the first stair that led up to the mezzanine floor. I looked around, unsure of what to do. I felt a little silly stood there, waiting for something to happen.
“I’ve been looking at this staircase since we arrived, imagining you bent over, holding onto the spindles and waiting for a damn good spanking. Hold onto the rails and bend over, my dream’s about to come true.”
I gulped and licked my lips. The image now danced in my mind too. I turned round, swung around the last post and readied myself by bending and gripping two rails in front of me.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. I glanced to the left and saw him walking towards me, his jaw set determinedly. My knees buckled beneath me. I don’t know what the medical diagnosis for it would have been but I guessed it was because all my blood had drained down to the lower parts of my body and left my brain high and dry.
I gripped the cold, hard beams all the tighter and was grateful to feel his hands on my hips to help hold me up. I was even more grateful to feel him hitch up my skirt and fold it over my back until my rump was revealed, the light lace of my knickers the only thing that protected my modesty.
A rumble of appreciation rolled from his lips and vibrated through his body until I felt it transfer from his hands into me. I melted under his touch. Even when he lifted a hand and let it drop hard onto my arse I tightened up but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted the delicious pain to continue. He read my mind as his slaps rained down rhythmically. Each impact shook me, pushed arousal through my body and as my buttocks stung, ecstasy blossomed. My nipples peaked and rubbed painfully against my bra, my clit plumped, my pussy moistened until the strip of lace covering me was soaked, the material clung to my lips.
“So pretty and pink, but this is in the way,” Greg peeled down my knickers, let them drop to the floor in a flutter of freedom. “Oh, much better.”
He stroked my buttocks, the sting revived with his touch. I was torn. I wanted more punishment but I also wanted release.
He gripped my hips tightly and pressed his crotch against me, his trouser-covered cock nestling between my buttocks.
I rubbed back against him, desperate for more of him. I bent my legs and straightened them again as I communicated my lust to Greg, desperate for him to give me more but with desire so great words wouldn’t come.
He stepped back and I heard the clunk of his belt being unfastened and the hiss of the dropped zip. The next time I felt his pressure on me it was from his naked cock probing between my buttocks. He bent his legs and manoeuvred around me, using a hand to press his erection into my wet slit and the other to grip my hip. Once he filled me he held onto me with both hands and thrust hard.
I braced myself, tried to hold it together when pain and pleasure at each impact mixed and coalesced, taking my breath away. He slammed hard and fast and he came inside me after just a few moments. The deep-seated grunt he made flooded me with second-hand satisfaction. I didn’t have time to think—he pulled out, dragged me up and turned me around in his arms. He pressed my back against the banisters. He sought out my slit with probing fingers and slid up and down to find my clit. We kissed, mouths mashed together between gasps and pants. I was pure, writhing need and when I came, I screamed against his lips and the pleasure ripped from me, intense and immense.
He held me up, breath tickling my cheek.
“That was better than I imagined,” Greg whispered. “You’re amazing, Kerry.”
“So are you,” I sighed. “Now I think I need to lie down, my knees have forgotten what they’re meant to be doing.”
*****
Here’s a bit of info about Victoria!
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s Resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk
You can purchase Sharing Nicely here- http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/sharing-nicely
Thanks again Victoria,
Happy reading,
Kay xx
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 3
It’s December 3rd!
THE RETREAT- THE PERFECT SUBMISSIVE TRILOGY, BOOK TWO
December 2, 2013
A Taster of The Erotic Novels of Everett Bedford
I have a first time visitor to my bog today- let me introduce you to the erotic novels of Everett Bedford- past, present and future.
Over to you Everett…
Alaya’s Assignments — Finely tuned erotica, mystery and sexual adventure combine in a novel with stunning scenes of female submission that include sadomasochism, Japanese bondage, torture, suspension, lots of sex, punishment, collars, rope, riding crops and breath-play.
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Properly Whipped — Readers can expect the unexpected as this fast-paced, exquisitely written tale of S&M erotica, comes to its stunning conclusion . Graphic content is far-reaching and includes, bondage, whipping, needles, electric play, collars, gags, SM clubs, public exhibitions, kicking, punching, hot wax and much more! / Pink Flamingo Press
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Island Bound — Lustful scenes of oral and anal sex, performed by wonderfully trained submissive women, set the scene for this wild story of intrigue. Included: oral sex, anal sex, bondage, knives, sexual ceremonies, hallelujah holes, sex clubs, survival sex. / Pink Flamingo Press
I’m working on the fourth, Rapt In Silk (Chaos to the Fly).
Here’s an excerpt:
…Halstead had once shown off for a trio of giggly girl cousins. It was in the pine
trees that filled in the south section of his grandparents land outside Hardy, in
Wessex. Toward evening, their game of tag had waned and the eldest cousin,
Vicky, a dirtyminded girl, gathered a small huddle to discuss such daring things
as breasts and penises.
Just using the words then thrilled them all, and a few younger or more
prudish cousins left at once, no doubt scandalized or hearing admonitions from
their parents against listening to such corruption. Halstead was fascinated.
As she spoke aloud such forbidden words as “boobs” and “nipples” she
fondled her own breasts. Halstead wanted to help her, to feel what they were
like. He’d already touched, even savored his mother’s breasts as she slept, and
those of aunts and even his paternal grandmother’s as if by accident, but he
longed to do as Vicky was doing, to massage and caress them, to feel that
nipple harden on one’s palm.
When it was down to Vicky, two younger female cousins, and Halstead,
“Little Jimmy” as Vicky kept calling him, he grew bold enough to ask questions.
Many were senseless but all were intended to goad her on, to elicit more details.
She had gotten to penis lore now, and spoke of how boys had things
that got all stiff and big, like nipples, only stuff came out, white but not milk.
Glances slipped toward Halstead. He found the looks stimulating and grew
hard.
“Ask little Jimmy if you don’t believe me,” Vicky said, a dare and a hint
of mockery in her tone.
He blinked, then blushed. The girls stared.
“Or maybe little Jimmy doesn’t have one.”
He smiled. “Oh yes I do.”
“Prove it.” Vicky’s taunt had a breathless quality.
The other locked their gazes on him with a look of strained fascination.
They looked hypnotized.
He reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, then unzipped his fly.
He slid underwear and pants to his ankles and let his erection stand proud,
feeling a tingle when one of the younger girls gasped. He saw a gleam in
Vicky’s eyes and watched her swallow hard, a sensation of control coming over
him.
Reaching down, he grasped his shaft and gave it a few slow strokes.
“You can touch it if you want,” he said, letting go and stepping closer.
The younger girls backed away but Vicky stepped to him and reached
for it. Her fingers were cold. They trembled. They touched the top of his shaft,
then gripped it lightly. She gave an experimental tug. “Like that?” Her voice
failed her and the question came out as a gasped whisper.
“Here. Watch.” He began by squeezing the tip, then sliding his
fingertips up and down along the seminal canal. He caressed his scrotum a few
times and loved how his cock throbbed bigger.
“Can I try?” Vicky reached again.
Her hands, still cold, felt interestingly different. She was clumsy but the
fact that it was her doing it stimulated him. He began to feel the deep tingle that
told him he would spurt soon, and he sighed. A dollop of seminal fluid
appeared, a clear pearl magically there.
She jumped as if shot.
This response made him reach down and finish with a flourish that sent
semen flying. Some of it splattered the edge of one of the younger cousin’s
plaid skirt and fell onto her white sock, most flew to land in pine needles at
Vicky’s feet.
Her eyes went wide and glistened as she licked her lips. She gazed
down at the clot of night at her feet, then stooped to get a better look at what
Halstead had offered her. She reached out, touched the glob of semen, and
raised a finger to her lips. Her tongue came out. She tasted his semen. “Like
mine,” she muttered, wobbling on her haunches before standing up again.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do more but knew he could not
do anything just then. It was all right, though.
James Martin Halstead was not called Little Jimmy by Vicky or any
other cousin after that night. He enjoyed his orgasm but the deep throb of being
in command, of the power exchange between himself and his older cousin is
what galvanized him. The knowledge that he was masterful never left him…
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Just a taste to whet the appetite.
In the excerpt we glimpse a formative encounter that set James Martin
Halstead, protagonist of my work, a guy I know well, on his path of power
exchange and discipline. Ah, but that book is not yet written, so we’ll
have to wait a bit for more of that particular story.
My first work of D/s erotica came at the request of a British friend, the
writer Dorothy Davies, editor at Olympia Press. I wrote a novella about
my friend James Martin Halstead, “Trained and Tamed”, that became
parts of Alaya’s Assignments and Properly Whipped once I brought my
stories of Halstead and his submissives to Pink Flamingo Press
Stateside.
There is much to tell about him, his exploits and experiences, and his
many subs, the best trained in the world, who often have interesting
adventures of their own.
Meanwhile, the most recently released, Island Bound, tells of Halstead’s
visit to the tropical island of Nuan, where his estate is nearly lost during a
coup attempt involving not only an ambitious general but a cult of sadists
determined to use Halstead’s submissive’s as sacrifices to their warped
cause.
Here’s the synopsis:
Island Bound finds James Martin Halstead, bookseller and trainer of
the best submissives on the planet, on his tropical island estate during an
attempted coup. On the voyeuristic isle of Nuan, sex is D/s and exotic wide
ranging in style, place, and circumstance.
The book opens with a focus on Laura, Halstead’s finest. Their
relationship, and her pedigree, combine to make her unique among his
submissives. On a special day, looming soon, he will take her virginity in a
local, very public ceremony: The Beheading.
That is a sex scene with a LOT going on.
Next we meet Crieger, a local crime boss and leader of a cult that
abuses women. He has come to Halstead seeking a submissive he can use in
a darker ritual, one involving sacrifice. Halstead gives him a free sample but is
suspicious and refuses to deal with him.
This angers Crieger, who vows revenge.
Piet Hielen, Halstead’s security chief, is way ahead of his boss
regarding Crieger’s twisted plans. Halstead is distracted from such things,
however, by news from London of a possible move against him by a rival.
Then a coup sweeps the island, and the Respite estate, into chaos.
Anya, a local girl being trained, confronts Halstead, who is alarmed to
find his security team away from the estate when they’re needed most. She
renders him unconscious using sex and local drugs, allowing her to steal the
other submissives from the estate.
Crieger, in a bold move, grabs and binds Laura, then abuses her on the
drive back to his nightclub. He views her as Halstead’s Scarlet Woman and
plans to use her in a ritual to gain him priestly power over the cult. He likes to
penetrate, using knives…
Readers get a glimpse of the island’s high and low life, from D/s at the
estate and a royal palace to gritty favors traded at a seedy nightclub, in sex
clubs, and even survival sex on the docks, where submissives have only their
bodies and their wits to keep them alive among thugs and worse.
There are scenes of elegant pleasures and down and dirty exploitative
gruntingly sweaty fucking; textures contrast and compliment throughout.
Dark/light, rough/smooth, harsh/soothing, brutal/uplifting.
At one point Laura is given to General Ang to be broken; how she
handles him, even as she suffers his grotesque attentions, hints at her inner
character even as it gives the general the orgasm of his life.
As the coup’s effects ripple through Nuan’s society, espionage and
intrigue deepen and we meet with Halstead’s driver, various submissives, and
even the local royalty. The sex is frequent and intense, and the exotic locale
fulfils fantasies of wealth, power, and dominance few dare admit.
Island Bound provides the perfect mental vacation for readers who
want dominance, submission, and the exotic mixed into a compelling story of
power grabs and cool moves. It is a getaway that keeps coming back to stir
you, especially you know where…
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Sound like your cup of Earl Grey? Please give it a try and find out what
so many other readers already know about James Martin Halstead’s
amazing world of dominance, submission, and sexual adventure. Who
knows, it may inspire you to start making it your world, too.
— Everett Bedford
You can find Everett on Amazon at- http://www.amazon.com/Everett-Bedford/e/B009M8XL70
And via Pink Flamingo at-http://www.pinkflamingo.com/brands/Everett-Bedford.html
Happy reading everyone, Kay xx
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 2
It’s December 2nd!!
THE PERFECT SUBMISSIVE- BOOK ONE
Lovehoney-http://www.lovehoney.co.uk/product.cfm?p=25278
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358716163&sr=8-1
Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358717314&sr=1-1&keywords=perfect+submissive
December 1, 2013
ADVENT CALENDAR- DAY 1
Every day this month until Christmas Eve I’ll be lifting a door on my Blog Advent Calendar to feature one of my books or poems… It’s December 1st!!!
NOT HER TYPE: EROTIC ADVENTURES WITH A DELIVERY MAN
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Not-Her-Type-Adventures-Delivery/dp/1484881184
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